~EmberHerd and Green Island Farms~ *Temporary owner*

[equinehugger3]

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Bridget sighed. "I never asked them to come today..." she huffed with annoyance before forcing a smile and turning.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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Bridget sighed. "I never asked them to come today..." she huffed with annoyance before forcing a smile and turning.

It stopped, and parked up near the house. A bleach blonde woman with an almost orange-toned tan dug around for something in the glove compartment from the driver's seat, her long fake nails making the deed more difficult than necessary.

 

[equinehugger3]

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Bridget sighed. "I never asked them to come today..." she huffed with annoyance before forcing a smile and turning.

It stopped, and parked up near the house. A bleach blonde woman with an almost orange-toned tan dug around for something in the glove compartment from the driver's seat, her long fake nails making the deed more difficult than necessary.

Bridget approached. "Hello, are you _____? I, um, don't believe we set a date for the breeding."

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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It stopped, and parked up near the house. A bleach blonde woman with an almost orange-toned tan dug around for something in the glove compartment from the driver's seat, her long fake nails making the deed more difficult than necessary.

Bridget approached. "Hello, are you _____? I, um, don't believe we set a date for the breeding."

She finally found a key from the glove compartment and carefully hopped out of the truck. "Yeah I'm Chelsea, Debby's daughter," she said, brushing a loose strand of curly hair from her face. She wore a pink fleece jacket by Columbia with a white scarf and skinny jeans, topped with muck boots. "Oh. I thought we had the date set for the 26th..."

 

[equinehugger3]

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Bridget approached. "Hello, are you _____? I, um, don't believe we set a date for the breeding."

She finally found a key from the glove compartment and carefully hopped out of the truck. "Yeah I'm Chelsea, Debby's daughter," she said, brushing a loose strand of curly hair from her face. She wore a pink fleece jacket by Columbia with a white scarf and skinny jeans, topped with muck boots. "Oh. I thought we had the date set for the 26th..."

"Ah, your Ma'd said that we'd wait. I really..." Bridget glanced toward the pasture. "I think there's been a change of plans. Would you like a drink?"

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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She finally found a key from the glove compartment and carefully hopped out of the truck. "Yeah I'm Chelsea, Debby's daughter," she said, brushing a loose strand of curly hair from her face. She wore a pink fleece jacket by Columbia with a white scarf and skinny jeans, topped with muck boots. "Oh. I thought we had the date set for the 26th..."

"Ah, your Ma'd said that we'd wait. I really..." Bridget glanced toward the pasture. "I think there's been a change of plans. Would you like a drink?"

"Gosh, I'm so sorry Bridget..." she said, feeling bad about messing up the schedule. "Me? Oh, uh, sure. I mean, if you don't mind."

 

[equinehugger3]

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"Ah, your Ma'd said that we'd wait. I really..." Bridget glanced toward the pasture. "I think there's been a change of plans. Would you like a drink?"

"Gosh, I'm so sorry Bridget..." she said, feeling bad about messing up the schedule. "Me? Oh, uh, sure. I mean, if you don't mind."

"Hey, it's alright! 'Course I don't mind. Why don't you come inside," Bridget motioned to the house.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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"Gosh, I'm so sorry Bridget..." she said, feeling bad about messing up the schedule. "Me? Oh, uh, sure. I mean, if you don't mind."

"Hey, it's alright! 'Course I don't mind. Why don't you come inside," Bridget motioned to the house.

She smiled. "Alright, thanks..." said the girl in a slightly sheepish manner.

 

[equinehugger3]

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"Hey, it's alright! 'Course I don't mind. Why don't you come inside," Bridget motioned to the house.

She smiled. "Alright, thanks..." said the girl in a slightly sheepish manner.

(How old is she?)

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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She smiled. "Alright, thanks..." said the girl in a slightly sheepish manner.

(How old is she?)

(17, maybe 18.)